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Micropoetry 5/3/2017

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1.

Staying indoors, staying dry
while watching the springtime
downpour from the window
quiets the city chaos
outside and in.

 

2.

I avoided the door even when
opportunity knocked & called.
Later, I held my breath & turned
the knob to find
a pleasant surprise.

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Micropoetry of the Week

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1.

After the fight
I heard you while you
thought I was sleeping.
The next morning, I saw
the broken bottle,
overturned chair,
the end of our romance.

2.

It’s hard to write
why I love you.
I can say you are
handsome
smart
funny
my soulmate.

But you are so much
more than clichés.

3.

In the silence
and boldness
provided by dark,
we still learn about
our bodies & its
eternal language.

4.

Sometimes
it must get worse,
than better.
It was a lesson
from baking soda
when momma would coat
a canker sore to wellness.

5.

If they were walls
they would have listened
to our sleep volume voices
murmur newlywed vows,
watched our body language of love.

6.

I don’t know when
I began to spread
my golden wings,
or if I ever
soared at all.
I just know that I
came a long way
from crawling

7.

It used to scare me
Once,
because you can’t be
adult & lost.
I’m still not so sure
about tomorrow,
but that’s expected
nowadays.

8.

I found her with the phone
in her hand while losing color
in her face.
“What’s the matter?”

She answered
& I suffered too.

9.

A bottle of wine between us
loosened his tongue,
my mind.
He was older, so had more
answers to questions
that once didn’t exist.
So, I listened.

10.

I don’t know what to tell you
when you talk about
being a “ride or die”
& I’ve already told you
“maybe”
“I don’t know…”
then finally
“this is not gonna work.”

Micropoetry of the Week

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1.

Softly
softly
this is the way
he starts to touch
to kiss
so I can reach
the plane that takes
me  higher,
HIGHER

2.

Where can I find
peace?
Is it at the barrel
of a gun,
or a long debate into
the morning?
Because time is running out.
And we are
running out of ideas.

3.

Sometimes,
when all around us
the earth is ready
to implode (once again),
it’s best to remain silent
and  listen

4.

Today I chose
to tell the world I wasn’t
okay. If it meant I would lose
a status,
some friends and their image,
and even you,
so be it.

5.

The first time
the large white petals spread,
reveal their core to passersby
signals rebirth season
in bloom

6.

Their firm, heavy leaves
welcome the company of
morning dew at dawn.

7.

I used to feel the red
under my skin
as I wondered
what he said to me
behind that confident smile,
or the eyes that couldn’t conceal
lust at the wrinkled corners.

8.

I wanted this
adulthood in which
I had it all figured
out, but I’m learning
to love this path where
everyone is lost in some way.

Micropoetry of the Week ( Rough Drafts and future potential)

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1.

You were the first
Flower
To sprout,
To break out
Among the stones
And blossom
Despite these conditions.

2.

I wanted to grow up
Good. But I inherited
My father’s shadow—the one
Jung talked about,
So it would all go downhill
From here.

3.

Today just isn’t easy
For an introvert behind the counter,
And the public’s tiny
Questions sound the way
A mosquito bite feels

4.

Today just isn’t easy,
When the tongue
Weighs a heavy ton,
And the body must move
While carrying the rock

5.

It was gradual,
But she felt the change
In him. And at first it seemed
Ugly because she wouldn’t
Accept it. And also, it was truth.

6.

The line that divides them
Was growing. The crack
In the facade was threatening
To tear the house apart,
Expose shattered bodies

7.

You read once,
That the only reason
I splurged was to forget
About you,
The accident,
The surgeries.
I denied it, so I wouldn’t
Have to say I’m sorry.

8.

After breaking news,
She says not to worry.
In sickness and health,
War and peace,
With troublemakers in between,
We seem
To outlast every challenge.

9.

I wish
I was never afraid
And my voice didn’t
Tremble as if a cold
Chill owns it. But diagnosis
Already made a decision.

10.

I was never afraid
Of rejection. I wait for it.
But when you eagerly
Invite me, it’s like
An ancient machine in
My hand: what to do with this?

11.

To kiss a friend
Is not quite chaste
But not foreplay
To another tired hookup
Either. Wedged between
Them is that love we only
Understand through touch.

 

Note: You may see some of these lines again in future works. Some micropoems are simply teasers, a work in progress and the potential beginning to something bigger–a full length poem. Meanwhile, other micropoems, satisfied with their brief existence, may begin and end as is.